Above the raging Void, the moment the five clusters of energy emerged, they began to shift and solidify into spectral figures donning crowns, exuding an air of kingly dominance.
As if awakening from an endless abyss, they struggled to open their eyes. Two beams of white light shot from them, shattering the Void and revealing a hint of confusion. But soon, they normalized, their hollow eyes filled with intense oppression.
"How long have I been fallen?" the spectral figure in the center asked, its voice deep, ancient, and filled with the vicissitudes of time.
"To the Progenitor, it has been a million years!" the Skeleton King answered, bowing reverently.
"Ah, has it truly been a million years?" The spectral figure fell silent for a moment, then sighed faintly. It looked at Qin Wudao and the others, asking coldly, "You awakened us this time because of these outsiders, did you not?"
Having been a king for tens of thousands of years, it still possessed such discernment.
